Blurb:
Get in, get down…and get filthy with these sexy, hardworking, blue-collar heroes who don’t mind when things get a little dirty at work or at play.
This collection of 22 brand new stories from USA Today and International Best-Selling authors is full of scorching hot romance tales that will be sure to leave you breathless for more. These men work hard and play even harder.
From cops to mechanics, miners to brewmasters, they aren’t afraid to go all in. At the end of the day, when they find the woman who completes them, they learn love and life can be as messy as their day jobs…and they wouldn’t have it any other way.
This collection of 22 brand new stories from USA Today and International Best-Selling authors is full of scorching hot romance tales that will be sure to leave you breathless for more. These men work hard and play even harder.
From cops to mechanics, miners to brewmasters, they aren’t afraid to go all in. At the end of the day, when they find the woman who completes them, they learn love and life can be as messy as their day jobs…and they wouldn’t have it any other way.
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When I was first invited to take part in this project, I had three different professions in mind for my sexy blue-collar hero. A ship welder, jackhammer operator, and big rig diesel mechanic. All of them were yummy, and it was too hard to decide and pick just one. What did I do? I took it to my peeps in my FB group, Slip Between the Pages with London. I Love them!! After putting it to a vote, the winner was…big rig diesel mechanic and my hero, Kash Caldwell, was born.
Destiny Happened Blurb:
Desi
Of course, I noticed Mr. Shirtless. With a bod like his, who wouldn’t? But his
hot-factor didn’t matter. What did? My asshat ex and the need to make him
jealous. So, I strolled up to the panty-melting stranger as though I knew him
and laid one on him, hoping said asshat would see I’d moved on just fine
without him. Only, he never saw me kissing another man.
Kash
I spotted her—honey-blonde hair gleaming in the sun as she came my way. I’d
flirt. Smile. Maybe get her number. I sure the hell didn’t expect her to toss
her arms around my neck, mashing her body against mine, and kiss the
ever-loving shit out of me. Then, she stopped. Stepped back. Blushed. Whispered
“Sorry” and blended into the crowd.
I never got her name that day. Or her number. However, fate had other plans and
Destiny happened…again.
Of course, I noticed Mr. Shirtless. With a bod like his, who wouldn’t? But his
hot-factor didn’t matter. What did? My asshat ex and the need to make him
jealous. So, I strolled up to the panty-melting stranger as though I knew him
and laid one on him, hoping said asshat would see I’d moved on just fine
without him. Only, he never saw me kissing another man.
Kash
I spotted her—honey-blonde hair gleaming in the sun as she came my way. I’d
flirt. Smile. Maybe get her number. I sure the hell didn’t expect her to toss
her arms around my neck, mashing her body against mine, and kiss the
ever-loving shit out of me. Then, she stopped. Stepped back. Blushed. Whispered
“Sorry” and blended into the crowd.
I never got her name that day. Or her number. However, fate had other plans and
Destiny happened…again.
Destiny Happened Excerpt:
Desi
“Stupid, stupid, stupid…”
My breathless mutterings were meant for no one but me. Because seriously, I was
stupid. Look up the word in the dictionary and you’d see a big ol’ picture of
my dumb face. I’d just kissed a stranger and ran. A ‘kiss and run’ if you will.
Not only was I stupid, but I might also be insane. Like, total zonkers!
Why did I do what I did?
Okay. The why was simple. Or, at least, I thought it was at the time. I wanted
to make my ex jealous. Show the douche-canoe I’d moved on just fine without his
no good ass. Let him know he’d been easy to forget. Prove I was so over him, it
wasn’t even funny.
You’re probably thinking the ex? Let me back up a bit.
When a group of Oktoberfester’s shifted, most of them watching the
hip-wiggle/ass-jiggle Linds was doing, someone started catcalling. This had me
looking in the direction of the whistles, and that’s when I became aware of Mr.
Shirtless. With the chiseled cheekbones of a Greek God, he stood a few feet
away in low-slung denim—glistening in the sun.
Hello! With a rock-hard bod like his, who wouldn’t notice?
I’m pretty sure he hadn’t been the whistler, but I was certain he had been
watching Lindy. Then his gaze slid to me as I took him in. Honestly, the man’s
abs alone should be bronzed. It was like I’d stepped into one of those hot guy
calendar shoots, his more than a six-pack rippling.
And did I mention glistening? I think I did, but it’s worth mentioning again.
That man’s midsection with the V-cut was enough to bring a grown woman to her
knees in adoration. But just as I was about to stop myself from gawping at all
those large, well-defined muscles flexing as the tall, dark-haired hottie wiped
sweat from his bare chest, someone else redirected my attention.
Jenner.
Of all the places the asshat could be, there he was, mixed in with a group to
Mr. Shirtless’s left! He shouldn’t have mattered. I shouldn’t have allowed the
sight of him to burrow under my skin, but there was no helping it. Jenner had
his arm curled around the shoulders of that woman as they strolled along
a line of vendors—she smiling up at him all happy while he winked down at her.
Heat, and not from the sun, prickled along the back of my neck.
Seeing them out together—him more attentive to her than he’d ever been with
me—pissed me the hell off. Thus, I made a rash decision and did something
completely nuts. I strolled up to Mr. Shirtless like I knew him and laid one on
him.
Or maybe he laid one on me.
Either way, we kissed. Hard. With tongue. And he smelled good. Clean sweat and
something a bit caramel-spiced. And the way my stranger pulled me into him—alpha
male possessive—God help me. Though, the real ‘holy wow’ moment came when I
realized the man had developed an impressive erection while thrusting his
tongue against mine, and he wasn’t afraid to use it.
Truth here. Stranger or not, when he pressed himself against me—hard and
commanding—lightning struck my core.
Let’s just say, lip-locking with Mr. Shirtless had been, well… kind of
mind-blowing. And after, when he looked into my eyes—his the color of chocolate
swirled with honey gold—I think I lost my ability to breathe.
Then, Bam! Reality hit me.
Not only had I made a complete and total fool of myself, but my
spur-of-the-moment decision hadn’t worked. Jenner and the skank had strolled on
by—engrossed in each other. He never noticed me nor my brilliant public display
of kissing the lips off another man.
Slowing to more of a power walk than a run, I glanced around. “Shit!” I’d been
so hell-bent to just go, I’d gone in the complete opposite direction of where
I’d left Lindy.
Body jittery with adrenaline, I turned around and started on my way back to
her.
“Hey, babe. There you are.” Lindy strolled up, handed me a strip of chicken
teriyaki on a stick, and frowned. “Where did you go? I lost you for a little
while.”
“Jenner,” I said, disgusted. “He’s here.”
“Is that why you’re all flushed?” Her head jerked around as though ready to go
another round with him and the skank. “Did the buttmunch say something to you?”
“No. I kind of strolled up to some random hot guy and kissed him to make the
asshole jealous, but he didn’t even notice.”
Lindy’s eyes went wide. “Say what?”
With a nod, I spilled. Jenner with the woman. How they looked together. Mr.
Shirtless. The PDA. The entire crazy tale.
When I was done, my bestie grabbed my shirt sleeve. “Show me the guy.”
“No way.” I shook my head. “I made a complete fool of myself and added to it by
running away, Linds. I can’t take you to see him. I’m embarrassed enough as it
is.”
“Come on. We’ll just stroll but keep our distance, and you can point him out.”
I groaned. “What if he sees me?”
“We’ll be sneaky.” She tugged at me. “Let’s go.”
“All right. This way.”
Being careful not to be noticed, I led Linds over toward Pops Brats, only I
didn’t see Mr. Shirtless.
“He’s not around,” I said.
“Damn it.” Lindy sounded disappointed.
And me? Well, I couldn’t be sure if I was relieved my sexy stranger was no
longer there or despondent I’d never see him again.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid…”
My breathless mutterings were meant for no one but me. Because seriously, I was
stupid. Look up the word in the dictionary and you’d see a big ol’ picture of
my dumb face. I’d just kissed a stranger and ran. A ‘kiss and run’ if you will.
Not only was I stupid, but I might also be insane. Like, total zonkers!
Why did I do what I did?
Okay. The why was simple. Or, at least, I thought it was at the time. I wanted
to make my ex jealous. Show the douche-canoe I’d moved on just fine without his
no good ass. Let him know he’d been easy to forget. Prove I was so over him, it
wasn’t even funny.
You’re probably thinking the ex? Let me back up a bit.
When a group of Oktoberfester’s shifted, most of them watching the
hip-wiggle/ass-jiggle Linds was doing, someone started catcalling. This had me
looking in the direction of the whistles, and that’s when I became aware of Mr.
Shirtless. With the chiseled cheekbones of a Greek God, he stood a few feet
away in low-slung denim—glistening in the sun.
Hello! With a rock-hard bod like his, who wouldn’t notice?
I’m pretty sure he hadn’t been the whistler, but I was certain he had been
watching Lindy. Then his gaze slid to me as I took him in. Honestly, the man’s
abs alone should be bronzed. It was like I’d stepped into one of those hot guy
calendar shoots, his more than a six-pack rippling.
And did I mention glistening? I think I did, but it’s worth mentioning again.
That man’s midsection with the V-cut was enough to bring a grown woman to her
knees in adoration. But just as I was about to stop myself from gawping at all
those large, well-defined muscles flexing as the tall, dark-haired hottie wiped
sweat from his bare chest, someone else redirected my attention.
Jenner.
Of all the places the asshat could be, there he was, mixed in with a group to
Mr. Shirtless’s left! He shouldn’t have mattered. I shouldn’t have allowed the
sight of him to burrow under my skin, but there was no helping it. Jenner had
his arm curled around the shoulders of that woman as they strolled along
a line of vendors—she smiling up at him all happy while he winked down at her.
Heat, and not from the sun, prickled along the back of my neck.
Seeing them out together—him more attentive to her than he’d ever been with
me—pissed me the hell off. Thus, I made a rash decision and did something
completely nuts. I strolled up to Mr. Shirtless like I knew him and laid one on
him.
Or maybe he laid one on me.
Either way, we kissed. Hard. With tongue. And he smelled good. Clean sweat and
something a bit caramel-spiced. And the way my stranger pulled me into him—alpha
male possessive—God help me. Though, the real ‘holy wow’ moment came when I
realized the man had developed an impressive erection while thrusting his
tongue against mine, and he wasn’t afraid to use it.
Truth here. Stranger or not, when he pressed himself against me—hard and
commanding—lightning struck my core.
Let’s just say, lip-locking with Mr. Shirtless had been, well… kind of
mind-blowing. And after, when he looked into my eyes—his the color of chocolate
swirled with honey gold—I think I lost my ability to breathe.
Then, Bam! Reality hit me.
Not only had I made a complete and total fool of myself, but my
spur-of-the-moment decision hadn’t worked. Jenner and the skank had strolled on
by—engrossed in each other. He never noticed me nor my brilliant public display
of kissing the lips off another man.
Slowing to more of a power walk than a run, I glanced around. “Shit!” I’d been
so hell-bent to just go, I’d gone in the complete opposite direction of where
I’d left Lindy.
Body jittery with adrenaline, I turned around and started on my way back to
her.
“Hey, babe. There you are.” Lindy strolled up, handed me a strip of chicken
teriyaki on a stick, and frowned. “Where did you go? I lost you for a little
while.”
“Jenner,” I said, disgusted. “He’s here.”
“Is that why you’re all flushed?” Her head jerked around as though ready to go
another round with him and the skank. “Did the buttmunch say something to you?”
“No. I kind of strolled up to some random hot guy and kissed him to make the
asshole jealous, but he didn’t even notice.”
Lindy’s eyes went wide. “Say what?”
With a nod, I spilled. Jenner with the woman. How they looked together. Mr.
Shirtless. The PDA. The entire crazy tale.
When I was done, my bestie grabbed my shirt sleeve. “Show me the guy.”
“No way.” I shook my head. “I made a complete fool of myself and added to it by
running away, Linds. I can’t take you to see him. I’m embarrassed enough as it
is.”
“Come on. We’ll just stroll but keep our distance, and you can point him out.”
I groaned. “What if he sees me?”
“We’ll be sneaky.” She tugged at me. “Let’s go.”
“All right. This way.”
Being careful not to be noticed, I led Linds over toward Pops Brats, only I
didn’t see Mr. Shirtless.
“He’s not around,” I said.
“Damn it.” Lindy sounded disappointed.
And me? Well, I couldn’t be sure if I was relieved my sexy stranger was no
longer there or despondent I’d never see him again.
Other Fantastic Stories Included Are:
Pieced Together by Lori King
Good With His Hands by Lucy Felthouse
Where Fire Meets Flame by Elena Kincaid
Mud and Honey by R.L. Merrill
Blurred Lines by Nikki Prince
Sweet Addiction by Sarah Marsh
Lockdown by Mia Hopkins
Keep You Safe by C.R. Moss
Hereos of the Heart 3: Rescuing Trent by Rose Nickol
Scout’s Honor by Maia Dylan
Fighting the Inferno by Ashley Malkin
Stoke the Flames by Samantha A. Cole
Heat Sink by Cecile Tellier
Dirty Demo by Eva Moore
Crashing Hard by Kimberlie L. Faye
Diamond in the Rough by Danielle James
One Night More by Sabrina Sol
Beer Goggles by Ava Campbell
John’s Jillaroo by Scarlett J Rose
Accidentally Again by Sydney Lea
Sex Mechanic by Bella Settarra
Here’s a little bit about me. I live in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee with a sexy, alpha-male hero of my very own and a spoiled, bossy fat cat. I also write stories about hot, protective men who love
their women and strong (even if they don’t realize they are strong) women who
love and protect their men. The road to their Happily Ever After may not be easy, and they may have a little bit of angst, but they will get everything worked out, do a lot of kissing, and have some sizzling moments along the way.
their women and strong (even if they don’t realize they are strong) women who
love and protect their men. The road to their Happily Ever After may not be easy, and they may have a little bit of angst, but they will get everything worked out, do a lot of kissing, and have some sizzling moments along the way.
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